Or wait?

When dampened ambition wanders aimlessly in sombre dreams, pursued by hallucination, consternation on its brow, dark thoughts invading aching minds,

will we stamp, dress in falsehoods, denial and blue light, scream it was never so before, anoint ourselves with indignation, become restless and uneased?

Or will we listen to the earth,
offer what we can, and simply wait?

When strong friends turn inward,
holding grief like a missing child in arms, rocking through the days, repeating self-affirming words without conviction, crying for lost loves in the night,

will we unhitch two metre swords, armour up in mask and gloves as if to run the rascal through, dancing with our glancing blade to music from slippery silver tongues, rage flashing in our eyes?

Or will we listen to the earth,
offer what we can, and simply wait?

Finding Calm

Calm lives behind the wires
Breathing slow and even
Aware, still and easy.

Calm lives behind the wires
Breathing slow and even
Calm lives behind the wires.

Aware, still and easy
Always in and waiting
Breathing slow and even

Unplug animosity, fear, anxiety
and you may find Calm:
Aware, still and easy.

May we

May river find sea
May sea meet with sand
May sand blow over mountains
May mountains reach cloud
May cloud release rain
May rain pour rivers

May we shift, dance and pass
with calm inevitability
Unharried by the storm.

Harvest

We may all be wasted seeds
blown along by the autumn breeze
scared and scattered
scarred and shattered
but if we work together hard enough
if we plough and sow and reap our love
there will be sunflowers this time next year
there will definitely be sunflowers, dear.